It was a very cold night. A young beautiful woman sat at the bank of a river staring at the moon as she hummed a melodious song. Young pete home used to go to the river to get water and pick pebbles for a random collection he had. He watched the young woman with ginger hair sing her way through the night. He hid himself behind a bush as she sang. When she was done singing she turned to the particular place he stood,"you can come out now"she chuckled. Suprised and shocked he came out smiling with a water jar he carried with him . "How...how did you know i was watching?"he asked as he came closer to were she stood. "She told me, she tells me alot", she replied referring to the moon. He smiled and and gave a little laugh.
"Can i?" He asked as he wanted to sit beside her. "Of course"she said
